[Arthur almost regrets it for a moment, but he goes to the fireplace and quickly sets up the kindling and firewoood in a way that'll burn long and hot. It's silly to think that he learned these survival skills to, well, survive, and now he's using them to enjoy the ultimate luxury of curling up with his boyfriend in a safe and secure living room on a cozy winter day.]
[Anyway he flicks his wrist and the kindling alights with flame. He closes the grate and returns to Eames, looking satisfied with himself.]
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[Anyway he flicks his wrist and the kindling alights with flame. He closes the grate and returns to Eames, looking satisfied with himself.]